Saturday morning, Jacob woke up at 9. After taking a shower, he went down to the kitchen and pulled out a variety of baked goods from his pocket dimension—croissants, cinnamon rolls, brownies, chocolate chip cookies—and placed them neatly on the table. He quickly scrambled some eggs, made hot chocolate milk, and then sat down to wait for Allison, Lydia, Scott, and Stiles.
While waiting, he said in his mind: 'System, sign in.'
[Daily sign-in successful. Rewards obtained:
-$5
-Century eggs ×30
-Harley Quinn's panties: still warm, she just took them off.]
Jacob read through the list. 'Five dollars… well, better than nothing. Century eggs… Chinese black rotten eggs, disgusting. Definitely getting rid of those.'
Then he read the last reward. His face darkened. Without a word, he walked out to the backyard, threw Harley Quinn's panties out of his dimensional pocket without touching them, and burned them to ash with his fire ability before they even touched the ground.
"Disgusting!" He muttered.
Remembering the century eggs, he sighed. 'Might as well burn those too.' He took them out, incinerated them, and went back inside to sit at the kitchen table, casually scrolling through his phone.
Half an hour later, Lydia and Allison arrived in Lydia's car, while Stiles and Scott came in Stiles's jeep. Allison opened the gate for them, and once both cars were parked in the driveway, Scott closed it behind them.
Allison was the first to enter the mansion. She headed straight to the kitchen, smiled, and said. "Good morning." Before giving Jacob a kiss. She was about to sit next to him when Jacob smirked, pulled her into his lap, and they started making out. They only stopped when they heard Lydia and the others enter the kitchen. Allison quickly slid off Jacob's lap and sat properly beside him, her cheeks red.
Lydia narrowed her eyes at Allison but kept quiet. Instead, she walked over to Jacob, gave him a deep kiss of her own, and sat down on his other side.
"Morning." Stiles and Scott greeted as they walked in, sitting across the table.
"Alright, let's eat. I'm starving." Jacob said, already digging in.
"I'm surprised you actually waited for us." Stiles remarked.
"I wasn't waiting for you idiots." Jacob said between bites. "I was waiting for my ladies. Honestly, I was hoping you and Scott wouldn't show up until after we finished eating."
"That's hurtful." Stiles said dramatically. "Scott, let's not eat his food."
Scott gave him a look. "I'm hungry. You didn't even let me have breakfast at home. If you don't want to eat, that's on you, but I'm eating."
Scott immediately grabbed a plate.
Stiles huffed, then grabbed a brownie, stuffed it into his mouth, and said while chewing. "Man, you have no dignity."
"Says the guy who just said he wouldn't eat Jacob's food a second ago, and now you're shoving a brownie down your throat." Lydia shot back.
Stiles shrugged. "Everyone knows I'm shameless." He got up, went to the fridge, and pulled out a few bottles of juice. "Anyone want juice?"
Lydia said. "Give me a bottle of orange juice, one with no added sugar."
"Same." Allison added.
Stiles handed out the bottles, sat back down, and joined in the feast.
By the time they were done, most of the food was gone—mostly eaten by Jacob.
After the kitchen was cleaned, Stiles leaned back in his chair and grinned. "So… can we finally see this summoning magic?"
Jacob smirked. "Sure. Wait here, I'll grab the scroll."
He ran upstairs, retrieved the summoning scroll from his pocket dimension, and came back down. "Alright, let's go to the backyard."
As they walked toward the backyard, Allison glanced at Jacob. "By the way, Jay… what if you summon something dangerous?"
Jacob smirked. "Don't worry. Whatever I summon will be loyal to me. The scroll works like a contract between me and the summoned being."
Allison let out a small sigh of relief. "Good. That makes me feel better."
"So…" Stiles rubbed his hands together. "What do you guys think the scroll will summon?"
"I just hope it's nothing creepy." Lydia muttered.
"Creepy?" Stiles grinned. "It could be a demon. Or some kind of monster. Or—or—a fairy."
Allison blinked. "A fairy?"
"Yeah! Tiny humanoid creature, wings, magic dust, all that."
Scott frowned. "Are those even real?"
Stiles scoffed. "You're a werewolf, Scott. And you're real."
He then leaned toward Allison and Lydia with a mischievous grin. "But what if Jacob summons a female demon known for her beauty and charm? The kind that can control men… the succubus."
Lydia's eyes narrowed. "Jay… you're not summoning a succubus, are you?"
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "I don't know."
Allison crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes too. "Are you sure you don't know?"
"Yes, I'm sure." Jacob said firmly. "And it's probably not a succubus."
Then he turned to glare at Stiles, who was smirking. "You better be ready, because whatever I summon, I will order it to attack you."
Stiles raised his hands. "Hey, you can't do that! I was just guessing!"
Jacob ignored him. Once they reached the backyard, he stepped ahead of the group and looked back. "Alright, guys. You ready?"
Stiles's face lit up with excitement. "Yes! Go ahead—but, uh, please don't order it to attack me."
Jacob smirked, then asked the system in his mind: 'System, how do I use the scroll?'
[Just open it and throw it on the ground while thinking of summoning Cogman.]
Jacob unrolled the scroll and tossed it forward. It glowed instantly, the air splitting open as a space crack formed. A blinding flash of light forced Jacob to shield his eyes and step back.
When the crack sealed and the light faded, two things stood before them.
The first was a sleek, human-like robot—about 1.6 meters tall, its two glowing blue eyes piercing through the air.
The second was a silver Aston Martin DB9.
Stiles's jaw dropped. "It's… it's a freaking robot!"
Jacob shook his head. "Not just a robot, Stiles. That's a Transformer."
Stiles spun toward him. "A Transformer? Like Optimus Prime? Bumblebee?!"
"Exactly. His name is Cogman." Jacob explained. "He's a Cybertronian—a species of autonomous robotic life forms. That's what I learned the moment I summoned him."
Stiles stood frozen, staring at Cogman in shock.
Allison's eyes widened. "Wait… if Transformers are real, does that mean they're going to invade our world like in the movies?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. Cogman came from another universe. I don't think there are any other Transformers here besides him. Anyway, let me talk to him first."
Jacob stepped forward. "Hey, Cogman. Can you understand me?"
The robot, who seemed to have been in a daze, snapped to attention. His glowing eyes focused on Jacob and his friends, then back on Jacob. When he spoke, his voice carried a crisp British accent.
"You must be Jacob Alexander. My new master."
Jacob nodded. "That's me."
Cogman bowed elegantly. "Cogman, at your service, my lord!"
"Don't call me my lord." Jacob frowned. "Call me Jacob or sir."
"Very well, Sir." Cogman said with a nod.
Jacob pointed at the Aston Martin. "And… what's with the car?"
Cogman puffed out his metal chest with pride. "Ah! My better three-quarters! A necessary division, Sir. To perform the delicate duties of a butler—pouring tea, polishing silver, discreetly disposing of dead bodies—one requires a small and nimble form. But a true butler must also be capable of grander services: high-speed chases, dramatic arrivals, hit-and-runs. The car is the rest of my body, Sir. It is, if you will, my business suit."
Jacob tilted his head at the Aston Martin. "So… you can merge with it and turn into a giant Transformer?"
Cogman nodded. "Yes, Sir."
Jacob grinned. "Do it. I want to see."
"As you wish, Sir."
Cogman walked over to the car, his body unfolding and merging with it. With metallic clicks, whirrs, and grinding gears, the two fused into one. In moments, Cogman towered above them—an eight-meter-tall Transformer.
Jacob, Stiles, and Scott all shouted at the same time. "Cool!"
Allison and Lydia, however, just stood frozen, staring wide-eyed.
Jacob stepped forward eagerly. "Cogman—punch me."
Cogman tilted his head, confused. "I beg your pardon, Sir?"
"I said punch me. Don't worry, I'm not as fragile as the humans from your universe."
"As you wish."
Cogman raised a massive metal fist and swung forward—holding back most of his strength. Jacob met the blow head-on, his own fist colliding against Cogman's.
But to Cogman's surprise, he staggered back, his balance thrown off. He took several clumsy steps before catching himself, clearly shocked by Jacob's strength.
Jacob smirked. "No holding back, Cogman. Use your strength. Even if I get hurt, I'll heal." His arm shifted, black dragon scales extending and covering his forearm. He lunged, throwing another punch.
This time Cogman didn't hold back. Their fists collided with a booming shockwave—sending Jacob flying like a ragdoll. He slammed into Stiles, and both of them tumbled across the dirt until a tree stopped their roll.
Jacob groaned, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "He's… so strong."
His arm shifted back to normal as he sat up, only to hear Stiles groaning beneath him.
"Get off me…" Stiles wheezed.
Jacob stood and glanced down at him. Stiles's face was buried in the dirt, blood dripping from his nose.
Jacob chuckled. "Thanks for catching me, man. If you hadn't been there, who knows how far I would've flown."
Stiles sat up, glaring. "I wasn't trying to catch you! You crashed into me!"
Jacob patted his shoulder. "Either way—thanks."
He walked back to the group. Allison and Lydia both rushed to him with worried looks. Allison noticed the blood at his lip.
"Are you okay?" She asked softly.
Jacob wiped the corner of his mouth and smirked. "I'm fine."
Lydia crossed her arms. "Why would you do that?"
"I wanted to see how strong a Transformer really is."
By now Cogman had separated from the car again, returning to his smaller humanoid form. He hurried to Jacob's side.
"Sir, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Jacob assured him. "You're strong… but one day, I'll be stronger than you."
"I hope that day comes soon, Sir."
Jacob said. "Compared to your full form, how strong is this smaller body of yours?"
Cogman shook his head. "Not nearly as strong—but still stronger than you, Sir."
Jacob chuckled. "I don't think so. Even in your full form, I could kill you if I wanted."
Cogman said. "I only used raw strength, Sir. I didn't use my weapons."
"I can move so fast that you can't hit me. Besides..." Jacob replied. He raised his arm. Lightning crackled around his hand, growing into a glowing orb of electricity the size of a basketball. "I didn't use all my abilities, and I didn't even shift fully."
Cogman tilted his head. "Are all the humans in this world like you, Sir?"
Jacob shook his head. "No. But some are. In this world, mythical creatures are real. I'll explain later."
Stiles stumbled toward them, groaning. "Right, no one cares about poor Stiles."
Lydia rolled her eyes. "You're fine, aren't you?"
Stiles said dramatically. "I am, but a little concern wouldn't kill you. I caught your stupid boyfriend, after all."
Scott smirked and patted his shoulder. "You okay, buddy?"
Stiles huffed. "Too late to ask now."
Jacob chuckled, then gestured to Allison and Lydia. "Cogman, this is Allison Argent, and this is Lydia Martin. They're both my girlfriends—and the ladies of the house."
Cogman straightened, then bowed with exaggerated grace. "An honor to meet you, Madame Allison. And an honor to meet you, Madame Lydia."
Jacob then pointed at Scott. "This is my friend Scott."
Cogman gave a polite nod before turning his glowing blue eyes to Stiles. "And him, Sir?"
Jacob smirked. "That's Stiles. He's a friend too. And… I may have promised him that whatever I summon, I'd order it to attack him. So, you can teach him a lesson."
Cogman looked at Stiles and blinked with only one eye. "Is he like you, sir?"
"He is not." Jacob said. "But he is not a normal human either, so you can beat him with no worries. He will heal in minutes."
Stiles's eyes widened. "Wait, wait..."
But Cogman lunged before he could finish. Stiles tried to defend himself, but Cogman was stronger and moved like a veteran fighter. Within moments, Stiles was on the ground, Cogman's hand clamped tightly around his throat.
"Cogman, that's enough." Jacob ordered.
Cogman didn't let go. "If I ripped his head off, Sir, would he heal?"
Jacob's expression flattened. "No. He would not. Let him go."
Stiles, choking, managed to rasp. "Let me go, you psycho robot!"
Cogman's head spun a full 360 degrees as he sneered. "I really want to crush your windpipe."
Jacob burst out laughing. "Let him go, Cogman. Take your… car body, or whatever you call it, to the garage. Then come inside the mansion so we can talk."
Cogman sighed in disappointment but released Stiles, who scrambled up and bolted behind Scott. "Jacob! That bastard you summoned is a psychopath! You should send him back where he came from!"
Cogman looked at Stiles and was about to attack him again.
Jacob said. "Cogman, go do as you were told."
Cogman narrowed his glowing blue eyes at Stiles. "Watch yourself. You're on my shit list now."
Then, without another word, he got into the Aston Martin and drove toward the garage.
The group stood in silence for a moment. Finally, Allison turned to Jacob with concern. "Jay… is it really safe to keep him around?"
Jacob smirked. "Don't worry. He's loyal to me. He won't hurt anyone… unless they're an enemy. Now, let's head back inside."
To be continued… 😊